I Had A Half Awake Dream Today, That Judas, Now Rotting And Fresh Out Of Hell Came To Collect My Soul

Warmth

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it doesn't look like it but this is a comfy drabble, i promise!! the inspo (and wish for some comfort) is from @whumpcloud. you've read this already but here <3

CW: dehumanisation, abandonment issues, pet whump, self-loathing

It is still dark outside when Mutt wakes up, drenched in sweat, panting from memories that haunt his brain. A moment later, he realises what woke him up, as the night sky is lit up by a flash of lightning, a growling thunder following only moments later. Mutt can feel the rumbling deep down in his bones, making him shiver. 

He had been locked outside once during a thunderstorm, the punishment still fresh in his mind. Bound and gagged, of course, so he couldn’t draw attention to himself with his pathetic whimpering and keening.

There had been rain and hail, soaking him to the bone, making the Mutt even more susceptible to the unforgiving cold seeping into his joints. He had wanted nothing more than a shred of his old Master’s mercy, as the thunder rolled over him. 

Mutt shakes his head to rid himself of the memories, his fingers twitching. He won’t be able to fall back asleep, he knows, but he needs to be fit enough to serve his Master in the morning!

Almost on auto-pilot, Mutt gets out of bed. He has to be careful when standing up, his mangled legs still struggling to hold him up. When he walks to his door, he no longer avoids stepping on the rug. 

Aimlessly, he wanders onto the dim corridor, the old wood creaking under his irregular and heavy steps. Mutt tries not to be too loud, lest he wakes Master up. Fatigue tugs at his eyelids, making them droop, and his stroll does little to clear his muddy mind. He stumbles around, losing time.

Suddenly, he feels something cold and hard and when his eyes focus again, he is holding the handle to his Master’s bedroom in his ruined hand, the door already opened a crack. Just barely, he can see the sleeping form of his Master, curled up under the covers, her hands loosely clasped together in front of her face and oh–

He is Atlas now, isn’t he?

As if in a trance, Atlas enters her room, still not quite here, not quite there. Something pulls him forwards, a pressure getting stronger with each step, like a moth fluttering towards the light. He forces himself to stop a couple of steps away from her, ignoring how empty it makes him feel.

Hasn’t she given enough for him? Must he now also take her sleep? Her rest?

Atlas forces his mind to blank and himself to stop, to turn around as silently as possible. She needs her rest for all the troubles he’ll inevitably bring her in the morning, when he can’t get a hold of himself, can’t do the things a human is supposed to do. He can’t keep taking and taking and taking from her, but some part of him craves her presence so much and he despises himself for it. Maybe he will never be anything but a Pet but for some reason he can’t place, that seems so intrinsically connected to his very being, he only feels whole when he’s with her. 

For a moment, he is outside again, chained and gagged in the freezing rain, thoroughly unwanted. This time, it is Atlas who holds the key, dangling it just out of reach from his desperate self. He understands his old Master now, he thinks, understands why he locked a creature like him out. It is only right. 

Before he can take another step, he hears a sleepy groan right behind him, freezing up. Atlas fears looking around, fears seeing Master’s hateful gaze, even though he can’t conjure up a fitting image, no matter how hard he tries. He still does –of course he does– his breath catching in his throat. 

With her eyes still closed, Aveline has lifted one arm to hold her blanket up, as if inviting him in. Like a man dying of thirst discovering a miracle oasis, Atlas stumbles closer. It seems too good to be true and if there is one thing he has learned, it’s that no good ever befalls a Pet like him. Still, he wants to hope.

“For me?” Atlas croaks into the dark, as hushed as his damaged vocal cords allow him. 

Her response is nothing more than a drowsy mhm and a light, lazy gesture with her hand. Hesitantly, Atlas steps closer. He shouldn’t know how this goes, should be overwhelmed with the very real possibility of doing this wrong and subsequently being thrown out. But he isn’t.

The movements feel like second nature, even as he navigates his bulky frame first onto her bed and then into the embrace of the much smaller woman. Atlas doesn’t have to think, his body moves on its own, which is undoubtedly a good thing because if he allowed himself to process what he was doing, he’d surely panic. 

As he lays down on his side, Aveline lowers her arm to cover him with the blanket too, then settles it over the side of his chest. It should be the worst crime a Pet like him could commit, to lay his head on her soft pillow, to curl up against her warm body, to feel her snuggle up against his marred back. But for some reason, it doesn’t feel like a crime. It just feels like home. 

Atlas deflates in her arms, sighing. Her touch is tender, not restricting, tethering Atlas to this world, as sobs start to build up in his chest against his will. If he cries now, he will surely ruin the best thing his life has ever allowed him. 

Maybe this is a dream and tomorrow he will wake up alone in his own bed but none of that matters in this moment. Unconsciously, his crooked hand searches for hers, clinging to it. Aveline squeezes it back, as a couple of stray silent tears start to escape his eyes.

Her body is warm and she holds him tight. Atlas can feel her resting her head softly against the nape of his neck, whispering that Everything is going to be alright.

Atlas sniffles, his tears soaking into the pillow. They lay like that for a while, Aveline’s thumb stroking soothingly over the back of his hand, careful with the raised scar tissue.

Pets like him aren’t made for this kind of comfort, this all-encompassing warmth; her kindness feels like an unbelievable gift. He’d do anything for her, Atlas decides, as his eyes grow heavy and start to slip close. He can’t hear the harsh thunder anymore, can’t feel the cold rain.

Atlas knows he doesn’t deserve it, even as he falls asleep, but–

He wishes someone had been this kind to him before.

Yeah real as heck, love the whole answer, wouldn't be able to put it in words like this

Opinion on Sebastian from pressure

Had a fangirly phase(/not negative/gender neutral) for a while, but over time it has gradually faded along with my interest in the game tbh. I still casually enjoy some fanarts/comics tho!

On a more personal level, I think he’s a pretty cool character, both design and story-wise. I definitely like some of the more detailed re-designs/hcs that people draw him as but I understand that this level of detail is not very theasible in a Roblox game model ahaha. I like all the little characterisations of him behind the scenes on wiki’s and the such, too; I wish more of those neat little personal facts about him were somehow discoverable in-game. You mean to tell me you’ll flesh out a character THIS much and leave it all in outside sources? Shame :(

But yeah I like the way he’s so intricately woven into the narrative of the game, but in like a background type of way? To a first time player, he’s a mysterious snarky voice greeting them after death(already a hilarious and fun dynamic mind you) and then an equally snarky shopkeeper. But for a more experienced, curious player, there are various hints everywhere to show that he is truly at the core of the story and the game's events. and I like that aspect of him alot, especially when coupled with the game banner-it's super symbolic! Not only is he hovering greedily over the expendable, likely for their data, but also if you look closely, the crystal. The placement of him above the expendable with his hands almost hovering over/around/touching them also gives off puppeteer vibes, which, well, is fun considering he's the one in kahoots with most of the entities that attempt to stop you from getting said crystal!

(keep in mind this is all based on my knowledge of the game pre-halloween update. that's around when I stopped taking as much of an interest so I might not be aware of newer lore additions)

Being a higher being trapped in a human body is kinda feeling bad for the body. She's scared of what could hurt her. She's scared and gets sad when seeing bad things happening to bodies like her. She wants to be clean, and pretty, and full, and lie in the bed longer sometimes. She wants to have friends, and take pictures of pretty sunsets, she wants to paint her nails pink, she wants to feel, and live, that's her whole purpose. And yet she's tied to a superior being like me, without me would she even exist? She gets scared by the unknown, and by the stuff only I can understand. Only I can comprehend. If I wasn't here, maybe she would be a normal girl, wanting to live her own life, learn, and see places, and have a love, and be human. If I ever gained the ability to create, I would create a warm reality for her. I would create a safe space for her. What a shame that she's stuck with an destruction entity

Ascendedkin flag

Describing someone who's othekin and their identity feels like they ascended to godhood, and or anything similar. This can include people who are Godkin or angelkin if they feel like they ascended. The colours are what we can associate with getting ascended, the yellow and brown as shades of gold and the blue as a shade of the sky.

Coined by me ig (@starz8nk)

Intro!!!

─『 𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗠𝗲 』─˚. ❝₊˚

🌾┇Name: ??? (I unironically only have nicknames, from 星星， through Star, to some other. I like "interact with caution" the most so far. Also I collected some like "The world destroyer" or "Dawn of the end". Feel free to use either, or make something up

🍀┇Nationality: Polish. Was Polish in my first life, and I somehow stayed like that. I am just a thing made of energy when in my god form, but Polish works

🍊┇Gender: actually that's too long to answer, have my board https://pin.it/6iQKg2DuE

🪷┇Age: anything between 13.8 B or 19. Just not 50-120. That doesn't fit

☀️┇Pronouns: *sigh*

Void/voidself/ star/starself/starzelf/ scary/scary self/starlemon/starlemonself/light/lightself/myth/mythself/Abomination/abominationself/faux/fauxself/angel/angel self/seraph/seraphself/creature/creature self/forgot/forgotself/lost/lostself/aerogel/aerogelself/alien/alienself/interact with caution/abyss/abyssself/spawn/spawnself/elysian/elysianself/liminal/liminalself/chaos/chaosself/we/us/filth/<UL>/404/cyber/cyberself/Hymn/entity/buisness man/ defect/doomed/rotting/mold/3am/:3/🌅/🌅 self/Glass

╰─ - ̗̀ ✮ My Favorite...

🌾┇Food: Pasta with pesto. I'd die without it

ᯓ★┇Color: orange, turquoise and light blue

🍀┇Anime/Show: Kamisama kiss and BNA

ᯓ★┇Game: I'd say either HSR or roblox

🪷┇Animal: Coyotes!!

╰─ - ̗̀✮ Interests & More!

🍊┇Likes: I like being outside, esp during sunsets or near bodies of water

ᯓ★┇Dislikes: basically any people who think human rights don't adhere to anyone slightly different. And the color magenta

🌅┇Birthday: 21/7

ᯓ★┇Extra: I wish I could be a kemonomimi irl it looks so fun

─『 Godkin info!! 』─˚. ❝₊˚

🍀 ︵’　. I'm a god of destruction, rain, grasslands, travelers, and overall chaos (more in my another post)

🌾 ︵’　. You can send asks to me if you want to try praying, it's a little experiment of mine^^

🍊 ︵’　. I will be making a discord server about the religion of me [link placeholder]

You can send me asks or anything too! DMS open!!

Enough Tumblr for today tbh, have a very nice night or day guysss

Ppl in the multidimensional council have blue shiny driveways to different dimensions and your government is restricting y'all

That IS a ego problem